(A lady came and returned a paper shredder to the store because the one she had was running its motor at odd intervals when no one was in the room. I exchanged her shredder for a new one and offered to carry it out to her car for her.)

Customer: “You know, if I hadn’t moved recently, I wouldn’t have thought twice about my old shredder acting up.”

Me: “Really? Why is that?”

Customer: “Well, my old house was haunted!”

Me: “Really…”

Customer: “Really. My old house was haunted by the ghosts of my ex husband and his crazy, dead aunt. You know, most people would think I’m crazy, but you seem really receptive to this!”